Floating clouds.....

Pic Courtesy : Prasad Kamat (Thank You!)

Sometimes high up....
hanging low,
sometimes….

Loaded – heavy and dark,
sometimes…..
Taking hues of the fading sun,
sometimes....

Reaching high up,
in the sky...
Rushing with fellows,
filled with joy.....

Off to fulfill some dreams,
some yours, some mine....
Touching gently and roaring,
sometimes….

Kissing the grass,
bringing sparkles....
Slashing anger,
strangling lives....,
sometimes…..

Floating clouds, changing shapes
Do you mind, to stop and help us

What is the story you weave up there
We are mortals here, blink and miss
the future you show - floating and changing shape!